A few weeks later, as I am at the top of the slide, I noticed a little boy. He was very small in size and looked to be about 5 years old, but as the rules were, he was tall enough to slide down the slide.
There was just something about this little boy that told me “get ready.” He came up to me, sweet and innocent, introduced himself, and said “Hi! I am Michael, and I am a very good swimmer.” insisting, “ I can swim really good.”
I questioned if he was a strong enough swimmer to ride the slide, and then watched him prepare to go. I had a feeling, and so I took off my sunglasses, grabbed my airhorn (which is what we used back then), took off my whistle and told the “pool boys” (who liked to hang out on the slide with me), to hit the button on the horn when I said to.
I watched as Michael went down, hit the water, and went under. I counted, “ One… Two… Three.” He did not come up. I signaled to have the horn sounded, and “skied” down to the water. I found him under the strong current of the slide, remembered my training, and I immediately got him out of the water, and to the side.